"It is so a fact!!" Serena squealed stepping out of Yamcha's hold in a blue dress and sandals that gave her three more inches height-wise.

"I don't think so.. it hasn't been a proven fact." Yamcha retorted while ringing the doorbell to the Son household.

"It so is a fact…" She fixed her curls.

"You look great." He said and she brought a finger up to touch the scar he has on his face. "And it isn't a fact." He said as ChiChi opened the door to the home that had been modified courtesy of Bulma Brief and a wonderful Christmas present.

"I'm telling you Mr. Baseball player. It's a known fact, it has been tested time after time and it's true." She said then smiled at ChiChi. "Hello.. You must be ChiChi. I'm Serena." Serena introduced herself.

"Hello." ChiChi let the two inside the house that resembled one of a mansion. "Nice seeing you again Yamcha.." ChiChi said.

"Likewise." He said giving the woman a hug then went back to his conversation with Serena. "What guy would agree to be tested for such a theory??"

"You don't have to agree... you just Uhmm… get it to uhh... Rise and try to hold a regular conversation." She said bringing her hands to her face to hide the blush on it.

"So the Onna does show some modesty."

"Shut up Vegeta!!!" Serena brought her hands down and glared at the Saiyan scowling from the table.

"But why waste time talking when your in that kind of a situation and just get it fixed because if it stay that way too long it starts to hurt." Yamcha said not being modest at all about their conversation.

"What are you talking about??" Gohan asked grabbing Videl's free hand from under the table while the other rested on the bulge in her stomach.

"Something.." Serena blushed a little bit. "But like I said it's a known fact, one that had been studied over and over in the science field. Your mind just goes on one track and one track it stays until... you're relaxed again." She said.

"Maybe I can help." Bulma said. "I am a genius in the science field." She said sending a glare at Vegeta who seemed ready to say something smart.

"Alright... before we left to come here Serena was reading a magazine. A fact caught her eye and she's a firm believer in it.. I'm trying to tell her it isn't true." Yamcha said gaining the attention of everyone.

"What is that fact??" Krillin asked walking back into the room. "The kids are asleep." He reassured everyone before sitting back down.

"That when a male is heavily aroused he cannot hold a regular conversation." He said and Serena blushed really heavily.

"That's right..." Every female in the room said.

"No it isn't... It's very possible to keep a regular conversation." Gohan said in defense.

"Not when he's heavily aroused." Juuhachi said. "I mean the blood carries oxygen to your brain."

"And your brain needs oxygen to keep your thought in order." Serena said. "So when the blood heads in the other direction to the…"

"Penis you're already losing oxygen to the brain. The heavier the arousal." ChiChi said.

"The less oxygen that's reaching your brain and your thoughts are not in order." Videl provided. "So keeping a regular conversation becomes... hard." She said and all the females laughed.

"In other words your brain won't function because one thing is on your mind at the same time the penis is erect." Bulma said and all the guys looked at the women like they were crazy.

"How do they complete each other's sentences like that??" Goku asked.

"I don't know..." Vegeta said in response.

"It's a female thing." Yamcha said and everyone began eating their food. After that discussion the guys got on their anatomy Yamcha hadn't really said anything to Serena, not that he was upset with her but she was busy talking to everyone else. That Put Yamcha's mind at ease, because he was slightly afraid that she wouldn't feel relaxed with his friends, but on the other hand she befriended Vegeta and that's a quest alone.

"So Serena, Have you decided on the whole job thing?? I mean Leana's gone now because she had moved away." Bulma said quietly in Serena's ear.

"Actually yes, I have thought about it and to be honest I still don't know if I'm going to say yes or not still..." Serena whispered to the woman.

"You mean to tell me you haven't gotten serious yet??" Bulma asked.

"Keep your voice down, Bulma and as for the serious part... I'm not sure... he hasn't shown any signs of the whole serious thing."

"So you'll still be dancing for a little while longer??" Bulma asked in her regular tone knowing everyone in the room knew about Serena's profession change.

"Yeah... I mean I do get good pay and the whole thing is a confidence booster." Serena said.

"How so??" Videl asked gaining Serena's attention. Serena looked at the girl who seemed to be getting paler by the moment.

"Uhmm... Well think about it. I mean every woman has doubts about her figure. They complain your boobs are too small or to big, you're embarrassed over any scars or stretch marks you may have, well even though most people would call a girl a slut for 'dancing' you have to realize they're doing nothing more than searching for some comfort in her own skin. You're just looking for some relief that your body is just fine how it is... and despite the catcalls you get and the whole money thing it's just added perk for your confidence level." Serena said.

"That's a deep way of looking at it." Videl said.

"It's true... it's not like we're selling our bodies for sex or something. We're just there to gain confidence for our outer appearance and our audience gets an extra perk by us rubbing their heads getting rid of our gloves for them to remember. And for special people you might actually get a live lap dance or something." She said. "But that only happens if we get a customer we really like or would want to get to know better on an outside basis." She said. Within moments a scream filled the atmosphere and little Marron ran into the room clutching Videl's leg seeing that she was closest to the doorway.

"What's wrong??" Krillin knelt to see his daughter.

"Trunks was telling ghost stories after you left.. and."

"TRUNKS!!!!!!" Bulma yelled and the purple haired kid peeked into the kitchen slowly.

"Yes???"

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT TELLING MARRON GHOST STORIES?!?!"

"Uhmmm… Don't???" He said.

"THAT'S RIGHT AND AS PUNISHMET YOU WILL NOT TRAIN WITH YOUR FATHER NOR PLAY WITH GOTEN FOR THE NEXT WEEK!!!" Bulma said as everyone's attention was on the small boy's reaction… well almost everyone.

"Videl... are you??" Serena asked looking at the girl with wide eyes. Videl had suddenly gone extremely pale and was breathing heavily.

"No…" She croaked out. Her breathing only quickened and Gohan grabbed her hand. "My water broke."

"You've been in labor all this time??" Bulma asked.

"Yes… I just didn't want to ruin everyone's evening." She said in between breaths.

"Nonsense…" ChiChi said noticing the sweat already and Gohan wasn't fairing too well. He was now in a state of panic. Vegeta rolled his eyes and stood up.

"Kakarot grab her and head for the hospital..." Knocks Gohan unconscious: "I'll take your brat." He picked up the fallen boy and yanked the door open and took off... Goku followed behind.

"VEGETA!!! THAT WASN'T REQUIRED!!!!" ChiChi yelled getting into the helicopter with Bulma, Krillin and Juuhachi. Serena and Yamcha sat in the huge house for a few minutes. After a few moments they had the house cleaned up and sighed together.

"I hope everything will be fine with the labor." Serena said closing the door the house behind her and Yamcha. Yamcha on the other hand was off in his own world.

"Yamcha??"

"I wonder what it's really like..." He sighed a bit.

"Hmm??" She looked up at him and he snapped out of his reverie.

"Sere... We have to talk." He picked her up in his arms and carried her back towards his house.

"About what??" She asked.

"When we get back on solid ground." He simply said and the rest of the flight was in silence. Each to their own thoughts... unaware that the other was having thought along the same lines as themselves. Soon they were standing by Serena's car which was parked outside Yamcha's car.

"Yamcha??" She brought her hand up to his cheek tracing the scar on his face. He shuddered lightly under her touch and placed a hand over hers.

"Serena... I want you to stop dancing." He closed his eyes shocked at himself that the words came out of his mouth. She made a choking noise as if in shock. "I mean I know you love the job but.. I don't think I could deal with it too long. You are dancing... the rest of the world seeing what I only wish to see. It bothers me that other people..."

"Yamcha shut up for a moment. God you would think you're aroused now with the way you're just saying things." She said making his stare at her.

"I'm telling you despite the facts... that is one fact that is false!!" He said and she kissed him. He felt his head begin to spin. Sure she's kissed him before but not in such an erotic way. She was sucking on his lower lips biting it oh so gently but enough to make his blood boil. Without realizing it he had began crushing her tiny body against his own pretty much ignoring the fact that he was slowly becoming more aroused with each second longer their lips stayed together.

"Get a room!!" A male voice said breaking up the two who were pretty much all over the hood of Serena's car. Now that they were apart the levels of their erotic high had gone down some. Now they were aware of the position they were in. He had her back pressed against the car and one of his hands had been supporting one of her legs holding it up to his waist. He let her go and stepped back totally embarrassed. "Don't do that kind of stuff in public and on someone's car nonetheless!" The man called.

"If you must know it's my car!!" Serena said angrily. "And what we do on it is our business not yours!!" She yelled at the guy but smiled at Yamcha.

"Sere, I'm sorry I couldn't..."

"Don't worry about it." Serena smirked. "I was going to tell you I didn't feel like going to my home tonight..." She fixed her dress. "And I wanted to know if you had room in your home." She said in a seductive like tone.

"Serena... do you have any idea of what you're saying??" He said.

"I know what I'm saying... I don't feel like going home… well mostly because I can't. My cousin Molly has her Boyfriend Melvin over and the walls in my house are thin." She said. Yamcha felt stupid for the moment.

"Yeah... come on." He walked up the stairs to the house and opened the door. They went up to his room.

"You can just give me a couple of blankets and I can sleep on the floor or something."

"Serena..."

"No arguments... I'm sleeping on the floor." She said in a tone that left no room for argument and he sighed handing her some of his clothes. She smiled and reached for the zipper to her dress.

"Don't you want to change in the bathroom??"

"It's not like you haven't' seen me in my underwear before." She said making a good point but right now he was beginning to believe that fact they were arguing about earlier. Truth was he was still slightly turned on and isn't sure on what triggered it but he sure as hell couldn't calm the hormones down. She was standing there in her underwear and he was going to try and hold a conversation, maybe it could calm him down. He snapped out of his reverie when he heard her talking.

"Huh??"

"Can you unzip my dress for me please??" She asked.

"Come here..." He said after a few moments of thought. She came and stood in front of him. He took the zipper in his hand and unzipped the dress for her. As soon as the dress fell He pulled his hand back admiring her body, he had the sudden urge to touch her. Slowly he reached a hand out to touch her, he stopped when he could feel her body heat against his hand and he withdrew his hand. He went to the bathroom and closed the door.

      He was feeling guilty now. Here this girl was still holding the one thing that defines her innocence and the urges he was having were only growing more powerful by the second. Every time he looked at her she was becoming more and more desirable to him. He couldn't help it, it was just something about her that was arousing feelings and thoughts he hadn't had for so long. When they were at dinner with the others it seemed to take every ounce of his will power to not touch her in someway letting her know what he felt. Not that he would've have rammed the very essence of his manhood in her right there but light touching. Like rubbing her leg in a suggestive manner, just to let her know she was on his mind like that.

"Yamcha??" her angelic voice came from the other side of the door. "Are you ok??"

"Yes." He said after a few moments' hesitation and he left the bathroom. When he got there he saw Serena looking in his mirror checking out her butt... well her thong mostly but her butt was still there. "Having fun??" He smirked.

"Well, I was just thinking about how little of a butt I possess." She said pulling on the boxers he had given her.

"It's fine… perfect for grabbing." He went to hug her and lowered his hand until she caught it.

"Nice try..." She said.

"Want to watch a movie??"

"What movie??"

"Mostly pornographic films." He said jokingly but she took on a more serious kind of look.

"Why watch one when you can make one yourself." She said raising an eyebrow suggestively. His eyebrows furrowed, but he figured she was joking with him.

"No Video camera, Sere." His smile stayed plastered to his face, but the idea of her naked body appealed to him and lower body parts took on a life of its own for the second time that evening. Without a second thought he pulled her into a passionate kiss and that didn't help his situation much. He let her go when he felt her hands working its way through his hair.

"Something wrong??" She asked giving him a quizzical look.

"Yes… no…. I don't know." He said sitting on his bed. She watched him grow upset with himself while chewing on her lower lip and grinned. She searched through her purse and found the capsule she was looking for then left the room closing the door behind her. "God... She probably doesn't want to stay here now." He tightened his grip on his hair but didn't rip any out of his hair; he then turned on the radio and sat back on the bed.  A Slow song had come on and the bedroom door opened and the lights were dimmed. "Serena??" He question and the bedroom door opened completely and instead of being in the clothes he had given her but instead she was dressed in a silver dress that stopped right below her butt. The entire dress was see through and the silver bra and panties she had on underneath could be seen. Her blonde hair was wavy, seeing how she probably tried to brush out the curls, and the silverish highlights stood out to match the outfit.

"Well??" She waited for a response, but he just nodded dumbly, she smiled and closed the door behind her and wordlessly walked over to him and pushed him on his back and straddled his waist.

"Where'd you get the dress??" He whispered trailing his hands up and down her sides.

"Would've been my next outfit for Saturday…" She said leaning down to kiss him.

"Are you sure you want to do this??" He said feeling himself spiraling down into a land of passion.

"I can't just leave you turned on." She sealed off the little space between them feeling his hand travel down to her thighs and back up her body. He rolled over giving him better access to her. A hand trailed up the bottom of the dress and he pressed his palm flat against her now wet panties. She moaned a bit while he smirked but pushed the panties to the side while he decided to explore her with two fingers. She gently dug her nails into his shoulder and broke off their kiss to fill the air with moans of pleasure. Her whole mind went on lock when she finally went over the edge and she held him closer while she wallowed in her moment of pleasure.

"Had fun??" He asked when she finally opened her eyes.

"Yes…" She smiled at him.

"Well prepare for more fun soon to come." He said noting the glazed over look in her eyes knowing his probably mirrored the same look.